Blooming

We have greatly appreciated all of the cooked meals and flower cheer family and friends have spread upon us. Here are some pretty tidbits in a now male-dominated household:

I'm Exhausted

I feel fatigued today. It took two hours to get Reade down to bed last night and I haven't really bounced back. It isn't that he is up crying, but he has a definite digestive routine he has to go through before conking out for the night. First, he has to clear out every system in his body. Next, he has to get the biggest case of hiccups he has ever had. Then, I have to change his diaper so he is dry as a bone. Lastly, he will feed like he has never eaten before and either pass out completely or wait for a burp and then need this whole process repeated. Unfortunately, I had to go through this whole process twice before he succumbed to the sleep Gods.

I should be a nicer person now that I had a two hour nap in the middle of the day.

We went to the nursery today and picked up some flowers. It is a block away so Blake rode in the stroller and Reade passed out in the Beco baby carrier. Carrying a tiny baby around is so much easier than a 20 something pound toddler. The Beco carrier makes me feel so much safer than the sling carriers I had with Blake.

Here is what a toddler does while his mommy vacuums and his father is on the computer:


The table does kind of resemble the chalk board! I love this table more than anything since a simple, damp paper towel is all it took to clean this up. I guess Blake explained to Andrew that the small squiggle at the bottom left is Reade. I kind of thought that was adorable. Now that I am looking at it, there are four distinct shapes. Maybe this is Blake's first attempt at a family portrait. Oh my God, my son is a genius. Why the heck did I clean that off?

Well there it is, our family portrait. Thank you Blake.

Improvement

We bought a blood pressure cuff yesterday and I am happy with it's first reading:


Someone loves to sleep during the day:


A two minute video of Reade attempting to wake up:

We visited the OB today and I have good news to report. Between the nurse practitioner and Dr. Rydfors we learned that the high blood pressure is probably directly linked to the pregnancy because I don't have a history of high blood pressure. My reflexes were still a bit brisk so they are having me continue the blood pressure medicine for the next four and a half weeks until we reassess at the six week, postpartum check up. He said my headaches and blurry spots should get better in those four weeks (I hope, I hope). The nurse practitioner got out her breastfeeding reference book so we could see if there were any major problems with the meds transferring into my breast milk. The book said there have not been any studies on the long term effects of this medication, but that the low doses in the breast milk are fine for infants. That is enough for me to ignore the issue and keep plodding on.

The OB didn't give an answer as to why this might have happened because there doesn't seem to be any solid explanation at this point. He said it was a bit uncommon in a second pregnancy. This lead me to ask if I could go on to have more children. He replied yes, but I would probably have to take it really easy at the end of the pregnancy. That was better news than I had expected. I also got the okay to function at full speed (okay, new baby speed). That is even better news because I can now start cloth diapers with Reade and not get in trouble for adding more loads of laundry into our daily routine. I am off to research blood pressure cuffs because my OB would like me to have one at home to monitor myself in case my numbers start creeping up. I always find it funny when people recommend buying certain items like this at Costco because I never would have looked there first.

Now, if only my baby would wake up during the day so we could go out and run errands. Too bad Costco isn't open at 2:25am!

Brothers

Then (Blake):


And now (Reade):


Reade was yawning in this picture right before he started screaming. I figured a yawning baby is better than a tomato face.

I felt better today and I look forward to meeting with my OB tomorrow. Also, my friend thought I had stopped breastfeeding due to the medication, but I haven't. I figure the benefits of breastfeeding outweigh the negatives of the medication. I will go over it with my OB just to make sure though.

More Meds

My midwife stopped by last night to lay eyes on me and check my blood pressure. Unfortunately, it was high again. She called my OB and he phoned in a prescription to lower my blood pressure. It looks like postpartum preeclampsia is here to stay for a bit. I have an appointment with my OB on Monday to discuss this whole situation in detail. I hope I can take the meds, lower my blood pressure, and then go about my business as usual. This is really starting to drive me crazy.

Sorry Reade, but this does transfer into my breast milk. I promise I will always provide you with health insurance to keep you healthy after this drug laden pregnancy/labor/early stage:


Things like your adorable toes make me happy in tough times:


We are in this together and I will try to make it easy for you:

On Our Own Again

Ellen and David left this morning so we are on our own again. A family of four fending for ourselves. I have been having constant headaches so my midwife gave me strict instructions to chill out and sleep when baby sleeps. She said there is such thing as postpartum preeclampsia so I am trying to help my body heal. This means I have to give up control regarding laundry, housework, and lifting/tending to Blake.

I am pleased to introduce to you the man of the year. Andrew has been so great and is completely stepping up to the plate. He worries about me feeling better, but I constantly worry he isn't getting enough rest also. He assures me he is just fine and doesn't mind doing any of the housework/kid stuff. I love this man. Here he is, father of two:


Andrew and Blake are always busy doing some manly task. Here they are tuning up their bikes:


Right now, Andrew is in the cul-de-sac while Blake picks snails off of bushes with the boys next door. We just went for a short neighborhood walk so I could get some fresh air. Life is good. Now, if only I could get rid of these headaches.

Life Here

Everyone said the first day home from the hospital would be the hardest, but I would have say these past few days have been kind of hard for me. Ninety percent of the cells in my body have been redirected to tend to Reade's needs and I can't help but feel like I am neglecting Blake. The newness will merge into a daily routine soon, but man does life change the second baby is brought home. I am remembering to let my worries float through my brain and out my ears or mouth in deep breaths. All I really have to do is picture us four months from now when Reade will be hanging out on a park blanket while Blake romps around park structures. Okay, now for some snapshots:

Baby bliss:


I go through blankets left and right:


Hello engorgement:


We were able to catch up on an episode of Lost:


Cozies in waiting:


Here is Blake holding Reade for the first time:

Another Sacred Birth Story

Here is my birth story in pictures and words. There may be some redundancy from earlier posts, but at least it will all be in one place for the final story.

It all started in my OB's office at 1:30pm on Friday, April 16th. My blood pressure was 155/109 so he said he would like Andrew to drive me straight to the hospital to get baby out as soon as possible. He kept reminding me that it wasn't an induction, but an augmentation since I was already pre-laboring. We drove home together so we could get our house in order and prepare Blake for our departure. Through tears of fear and anxiety, I kissed Blake goodbye and left him in the wonderful company of our neighbors. We called my parents and they got on the road to watch Blake for the remainder of our hospital stay.

I can't even remember driving to the hospital at this point, but I was not sad that I was not going to deliver Reade at home. As much as I wanted a home birth, I understood the hospital was a good place for me to be monitored for everyone's safety and health. The hardest part was leaving Blake and not knowing when I would be back home near him.

We got to the hospital around 4:30pm and so began my birth story. I loved that my first nurse was Nurse Payne. We told a few jokes and then she inserted my I.V. Boy did that hurt and here is a picture of me bouncing back from almost passing out:


They started me on a very low dose of pitocin in the beginning:


My contractions started coming every 3-5 minutes with a low level of pain. They couldn't bump up the amount of pitocin because of how frequent the contractions were coming. This went on and on for hours and hours. I would check the time every now and then and got a bit unnerved that it was taking so long. At 6am the next morning my contractions started to get quite painful. I tried a variety of coping techniques to get through the pain. I tried: walking, standing, rocking in the rocking chair, and relaxing completely through the contractions. I called the relaxation part Zen-ing through the contractions. I did this for six contractions to really try my hardest to allow my body to relax and open my cervix.

Then I lost it. I started to fear the next contraction and had no idea how I was going to fight this battle. My midwife suggested requesting my water to be broken. She explained this could speed things along, but the pain might get stronger. We agreed to get through a few more contractions before calling the nurse in. I really lost it at this point. I just wanted something to change. I needed hope that it would speed up or that I was close to some end point. I decided I was going to leave the hospital. I didn't want to rip out my I.V., but I was ready to get up and walk into the streets looking for some salvation away from the pain. We decided to have the nurse come in and check my progress. Once she told me I was only five centimeters dilated I lost all hope. My midwife suggested getting through a few more contractions before making any decisions.

After the first contraction I decided I was going to kill myself. I knew Andrew would see my plan so I tried to think of things that wouldn't be so obvious. That is when I started banging my head backwards against the rocking chair. I figured I could split my head open and end this stupid process once and for all. I told Rosanna and Andrew to get me a nurse ASAP and when one showed up in the doorway I screamed, "I NEED AN EPIDURAL NOW."

Minutes later I was back in the bed meeting my new best friend, the anesthesiologist. I couldn't believe how non-painful it was. He first injected me with a numbing agent and the weirdest thing happened. Baby Reade immediately shifted from my right side to the middle of my belly. I kept telling Rosanna throughout the labor that it felt like I wasn't working together with my baby. In that moment, I knew right away we were ready to work together as a laboring team. Mom and baby were set to go. The epidural was in place and my body felt a wonderful, warm relief trickle down my back. Life was good again. Life was fun again. I told everyone that the party was now starting and that labor was fun. Here I am excited to be in a better frame of mind:


The party finally started:


I liked my laboring team again (I never did stop loving them, just liking them):


My OB came in and said I was 10cm dilated and could start pushing. I asked if I would be pushing for hours and he (jokingly) requested I did it quickly because he had a lunch date. At his cue, the pushing started. Eight minutes later, my son was set on my chest so I could meet him for the first time. I immediately started crying and was so happy to see he was healthy and strong. Andrew was crying too and we knew it was time to move on past this labor and start enjoying our new family dynamic.

Reade's Apgar scores were 9 out of 10 both times they checked them. This made me happy because I was worried I had drugged the poor kid for 18 hours. Here he is weighing in at 7lbs, 8oz. and using his vocal chords:


I loved how he looked like a scrunched up monkey animal. He looked just like Andrew's baby pictures (even more than Blake) and had the funniest neck fat (still there):


Andrew giving Reade some skin-to-skin attention while they cleaned me up. Reade was looking all around and I couldn't believe how alert he was:


The nurses gave him a sponge bath and set him in the warmer:


I can't believe it took 18 hours to get this kid out. Hindsight is 20/20, but I never really thought my second birth story would go as quick as everyone kept mentioning. Two hours seemed way too good to be true. I learned a lot about myself in those 18 hours and now they are behind me and I get to spend many more hours loving my son. Well worth it:


Here is Reade in photo therapy for his jaundice:

P.S. We saw the pediatrician today and she thought the hospital overreacted to his levels, but who can blame them? They are there to get you in and out and probably try to do the max so that parents don't have to stick around and wait things out. I was sad they forced me into supplementing with a bit of formula, but we are breast feeding like crazy fools so all is well.

Reade did not like getting dressed before going home, but man was I happy to get us out of hospital clothing and into regular clothes:


The pediatrician said he is gaining weight at a good rate and that he is not jaundiced at all. My midwife comes by tomorrow for a post-natal check up for mom and baby. My mother and father left today and I am sad to see them go. They were so helpful and I can't even begin to express how thankful I am they could help us out. Blake started calling my father "papa" so it looks like he has a new name. Blake and Reade are so lucky to have such great family members. Ellen and David are driving up as we speak so we get to hang out with them until Friday. I am sure Blake and Reade will enjoy having a whole new set of people to tire out!

I could not have done this without all of my friends, family, and wonderful midwife. All of your comments and support really allowed me to keep my head above water while making decisions I had no idea I would be facing. I know I have enough hormones to produce milk in a female cow, but I mean it when I say that the love of friends and family is all I need to keep me alive and happy. Include chocolate in that statement also!

Reade Wright Hurst is here to play! Born 4/17/2010, 11:28am, 7lbs, 8oz., 19.25" long.

We Are Home

We Are Home! Thank goodness.

Blake loving his brother:


Reade being awake and alert (first time all day and how convenient that it is 9:30pm when I would like to crawl into bed):

Not Leaving Yet

Baby Reade's billiruben came back at risk for jaundice so he has to spend 12 hours under the lamps. I am bummed because we were so close to being discharged and I am just hanging out without my little guy. They will wheel him back to me when he asks for food. Andrew went home to spend time with Blake so I took a shower and should be resting now, but I thought I would blog a little first. Wish I had a TV in the room. Oh yeah, should be resting.

One Day Old

It has been 24 hours since baby Hurst came into this world. I love his little body and the way he looks around. He resembles Blake, but looks a lot more like Andrew as a baby. He has the roundest head and the fattest neck. He gets three chins when he is nursing. I am breast feeding him every two hours and we seem to be a good team. Andrew is the best daddy and takes him to all of his "appointments" with the nurses. They just went off to get his baby screening test done. I wish I could send everyone a whiff of his adorable baby smell through the computer (it is heaven).

I cannot say enough great things about the nursing staff here. Labor and Delivery nurses deserve to make a million dollars a year. They are so hardworking and never seem to mind running errands us needy moms keep requesting. The hospital is unusually busy so we got moved out of our private room into a double room they rarely use. That was hard because their baby would cry at different times so lights were always being turned off and on throughout the night. Sharing a bathroom isn't that fun either, but it was only for a day so I can't complain. I am still thankful I got to deliver in my own room!

Everyone let us know their true feelings about naming him Chip so we went back to the drawing board this morning. Baby was born on my Nana's birthday so I really wanted to honor her in baby's name. We thought about using her initials and naming him Kab Wright Hurst. I ran it by her and she voted for Reade (she liked spelling it Reid, but we all know I like to spell names in crazy ways) over Kab. Her genes produced my red-headed father and she is excellent at reading and writing so we are going to go with Reade. So we will be naming baby Reade Wright Hurst meaning red-haired carpenter in Scottish. Andrew loves the fact that read/write is a computer term so he gets a tech baby too. They are letting us head home in a matter of hours so it will be nice to get home. I really don't like being crammed in this little room and I am itching to get back to Blake.

Here I am with my baby monkey after a feeding. I hope you can see the reddish tint to his hair. I think it will turn blonde like Blake's hair, but it is so fun to have while it lasts. My birth story will follow in a couple of days when I can sit comfortably at the computer and think things through. Much love from labor land.

Chip Wright Hurst

At 11:28am today, April 17, 2010, Chip Wright Hurst was born. 7 lbs and 8 oz, 19.25 inches long.

Mommy and baby are both healthy and happy, and are taking a short nap. Shannon will post a story with the full birth story later, but we wanted to get this up with a couple pictures so everyone could see him and know that they're fine.

Chip resting in the heater. He's going to like the hot water just like the rest of his family.

Baby feet.

Off to The Hospital

My midwife wanted me to see my OB today and he is worried I have early preeclampsia. We are off to the hospital to be induced and deliver this baby today. I am sad only because there is now a greater sense of urgency, but this will all be said and over with and I will have an adorable son to adore! Andrew is bringing his laptop so I hope pictures and baby come soon.

No Baby Yet

No baby yet. The contractions stopped around midnight and I haven't had any since. This baby is all about taking his sweet time. I wish I could just go with the flow, but I am getting a little bit annoyed at all the ups and downs. One minute, I feel like all is how it should be and then the next minute I am in some flurry of lab tests making sure I am going to be just fine. I found a great website that is helping me through this. It is called Storyline Online. It was created by the Screen Actors Guild and they have actors reading children's stories.



Now I can get a break because Blake has me reading ten books before we sit down for our breakfast (he just put another book in my lap). We sit on the couch and he watches story after story while I crochet a bit. It is a nice break with an educational twist.

39 Weeks + 1 Day

I have passed my 39 week mark and am working towards 40 weeks! It was so thoughtful when a friend brought me flowers today from her garden. I feel like I have been stuck in such a self-centered state for so long that it was good to just hang out with a friend and let our kids play in our cul-de-sac. I hope I can return the favor when my head is out of this pre-laboring cloud.

Aren't they gorgeous:


Do you think we get out enough? Here is my child taking photos of the outside world through the doggy door. I promise he got to ride his tricycle today:


Pregnancy update: I had another prenatal appointment today. My midwife told me I am a bit more dilated and she wouldn't be surprised if baby comes sooner than later. I left her office feeling confident that all was well. About an hour later, my midwife called me back saying she was concerned about my headaches and vision spots. She called my OB and he suggested I go into his office and have some tests run to rule out preeclampsia. My OB is on vacation so he thought the other OB would still be in the office, but come to find out everyone had gone home. So the other OB told Rosanna which tests to run so I headed back to her office for another visit. She drew my blood, did a fetal stress test, and checked my urine. She just called around 9pm to say my lab work came back just fine, but the OB needs to go over it to make sure. I still can't believe how quickly things can get done. I still can't believe my OB is on vacation in Mexico and still answered Rosanna's email! Poor doctors, they never get a break (darn Smartphones). Anyways, so I have been having mild contractions every five minutes since leaving Rosanna's office. We will see if they develop into anything overnight. I am just praying that I don't get a call tomorrow from the OB saying he wants me to go to the hospital for monitoring. I guess that would probably mean they would induce and want me to have the baby. Well, this paragraph is huge so I should probably stop now while ahead. I hope I have good news for everyone by tomorrow, being a baby or a pardon by the OB.

P.S. These headaches and vision spots are not a new concept for me. They were the reason I did all the lab work two weeks ago. I know they are red flags, but I have always suffered from migraines and remember feeling a bit like this with Blake's labor. The only difference between the two labors is that Blake came six days after pre-laboring so there wasn't a lot of time for symptoms to develop. I am not questioning authority, but feel deep down this is just how my body does this. Relax, deep breath, off to bed.

Testing, Building Up, or Just Plain Teasing

Was it the Hawaiian BBQ dinner? We met up with friends at Hukilau in San Jose last night to celebrate Casey's birthday. Andrew and I decided to get a sitter so we could have a date night out before baby comes. It was nice to gather with friends and not have to worry about our son squirming around or throwing restaurant fits. Peter guessed the baby would arrive last night so I was ready to call him at midnight when strong contractions set in. They only lasted for an hour or so, but they were the strongest so far. I went back to bed, but still haven't gotten rid of this achy abdomen feeling. It is a cross between nausea and that feeling before a contraction comes on. I have had a few contractions this morning, but nothing lasting. Maybe Danika will win since she said the baby would come today?

Here is Casey blowing out his candle:

Science Guys

Our neighbors had an extra hot air balloon science kit and were kind enough to give it to Blake. We decided to crack that kit open and take it for a test run. Here is how the Hurst household tackles science:

Got it on the first try:



Take 2:


Take 3:


Take 4:


Final flight:


We may not be the most experienced science team, but we had fun.

Baby update: I am back to feeling pretty normal without much pre-laboring at all. I am starting to think that my midwife was right that the UTI probably gave me those symptoms. The only discomfort I have is my big belly, but nothing leading me to believe this kid is coming out soon. I am one week away from my due date so time will tell. I am now wondering if he will be an Earth Day baby?

Gathering

We needed one more chair in the family room and I happened to find this on craigslist the other day. It is a bit beat up, but for $20 I couldn't pass it up. It is super springy and fun to sit in. The cushions were covered with a horrible, pastel fabric so I knew I would need to do something about them. I stopped by the thrift store down the street and found a whole set of couch covers in this butter yellow fabric. The best part was they were $9.99 with 30% off. What a deal. I took the covers home, washed them, shrunk them and they fit perfectly. I have spares so I can just throw on a new one if I don't have time to wash them. Ellen suggested dying them in different colors. Oh, the options.

Today, I am not patient about waiting for this baby. I am taking Blake to the library for storytime so I can get my mind off this baby. The baby was super quiet yesterday, but has since woken up last night and continues to wriggle all around. Andrew was playing guitar and made up a song to try to lure him to the outside world. Then he got to the part about Teenie and LuLu being dirty and I told him that might not help.

Rainy Day Sunday

This rain is so great. It seems to shimmer when it comes down because it is so fine, but there is tons of it. My human baby may not be out yet, but I have two new babies to add to my garden. I inherited two staghorn ferns that I love, love, love. When the rain stops, Andrew will have the fun job of hanging them on our back fence so I can see them out my kitchen window. I am quite attached to them already so I pray I water them enough to keep them alive:


What do you do with a child and husband when it is raining? Why, you unleash them at a place called the Jungle in San Jose for an hour or so:


They reminded me of hamsters when they were climbing through the tubes:


I called the Jungle before we left to ask about pricing, etc. and this is what the teenage boy said (imagine the most monotone voice you have ever heard) as he answered, "We are going bananas over here at the Jungle, how may I help you." It cracked me up.

Video footage of the madness:




Baby update: I slept all the way through the night last night and the baby has been super quiet today. A sign? Who knows. Lots of pre-labor feelings though without contractions.

In all of this fuss about baby #2, I have overlooked a much needed post. The celebration of my son's second birthday. I can't believe two years have gone by since the birth this special guy. Everyday he brings me such joy. Here are some things I want to write down before I forget them:
1. I love how you are built just like your father.
2. I always said I wanted more of an adventurous child instead of a worry wart like me and boy did I get it. People describe you as "all boy" and it makes me smile each time.
3. I like that you can be the center of attention one moment and then get shy the next.
4. Your coordination has amazed me and I still can't believe how early you started pedaling a tricycle.
5. I am pretty sure you are smart like your daddy since you are better at navigating our town than your mother is!

There are so many other things I love about this kid, but I won't sicken everyone else with the details (that is what baby books were invented for). I can't wait to see what Blake will do in the near/far future. I feel like I am along for the ride with him and he already has his path planned out. I will try not to step in the way! I love you big boy Blake.

Baby #2 update: Nothing new to report. I had one big contraction yesterday when we went to pick up our van from the body shop (we fixed the rust around both windshields). Other than that, the baby is just bumping around in his shrinking space.

Moving Slower

Here is what 38 weeks looks like. I like how the baby and mama seem so serene. The picture is from babycenter. Their website says this about 38 weeks:

* average size is 6.8 pounds at this point
* average length is 19.5 inches
* organs are mature and ready for life outside

I had another prenatal appointment with Rosanna and she was happy to get a good blood pressure reading. Nothing much to report, but everyone seems to have relaxed about the urgency of this baby coming out. She doubts I will make it all the way to 40 weeks and I hope she is right.

I woke up with contractions at 3am this morning and they lasted until about 5:30am. I crawled back into bed around 6:00am and was thoroughly annoyed when Andrew's alarm went off at 6:15am. I asked him why he thinks he needs to get up that early to go for a bike ride, but I guess that is what normal people do when they are not pre-laboring. My body is doing its usual evening thing by getting all tense and stirred up, but tonight I am going to sleep through this and try to function at a higher level tomorrow.

P.S. I may sound crabby, but really I am excited and am enjoying watching Blake run around in the sunshine outside.

38 Weeks

Welcome 38 weeks! It felt like baby was in a rodeo last night as I was trying to fall asleep. He triggered two, strong contractions and then I fell asleep. Right now he is kind of doing the same thing, but without the rodeo. I am dropping Blake off at the drop-off day care so I can get some errands done (will I have time to get my hair cut?). I seem to be on a liquid diet as I am downing copious amounts of juice, iced tea, and chocolate milk. I did eat pork chops, rice, and broccoli for dinner so rest assured the baby is getting some nutrition!

Cooking

I usually don't like to use the term cooking for babies in utero, but my pasta lunch made me think about the small one. Nature will tell me how my little pasta squiggle will come out. He could come soon and be al dente like Blake was or he could be soft like how I enjoy pasta.


I started antibiotics last night and set myself into a panic after reading the drug information packet that came with the pills. It said not to take in conjunction with antacids so I have to say goodbye to my trusty Tums bottle. You will be greatly missed! How will I survive? Anyways, the pamphlet said not to take the antibiotics in the last few months of pregnancy and not to go into labor or the baby can come down with blood disorders. I emailed my OB and he said the side effects are drastically exaggerated, but wow did that make me feel like a good mom. Here is your head start baby!


The name Beech is out for now. I tried it on for a few days, but it just doesn't roll off the tongue like I thought it would. I am back to liking Rowdy Wright Hurst. My parent's cabinet houses a Howdy Doody mug that I grew attached to as a kid. It was fun having a father with red hair and freckles who looked 100 times better than that marionette. I like the idea that someday I will get to say Howdy Rowdy to a little, red face that may or may not resemble a Burton. When I look around our house there are small reminders of how much I enjoy the cowboy theme so maybe a little Rowdy is just what we need to add to the collection?

Going To Pick Up The Pace

Okay, the lazy weekend is over. It is Monday and we are going to pick up the pace and start living again. I had contractions again last night that lasted from 8pm until around 10pm. I was up at 4am feeling like they were going to come back, but they never did. After researching false labor, I realized it is time to go back to treating life like it is any other day. No more waiting around. We walked and walked this weekend hoping to shimmy the baby out of me, but I think he is going to come out when he is good and ready. I am planning on heading back to the gym tomorrow to walk on the treadmill for a short while. Don't worry, I won't overdo it and I won't go far!

Daddy naps:


I just finished writing this post and let everyone know my lab work came back just fine. Rosanna called this morning worrying about some e-coli levels so it might look like I have a UTI that is common in pregnancy. I feel nothing, but I have to call my OB to see if they recommend antibiotics. Hope it isn't too much information for you!